The Story Behind The Picture:
sitting at work i vision some pretty intense scenes in my head.. as if i'm watching my own show, they get pretty.. interesting.
this one involves saint and sabrina.
sabrina has saint meet her at a park in metro, alone.
she gives saint a big hug when hes close enough, and his eyes widen when he feels the cold edge up a barrel against his side under his jacket. a loud pop rings out and saint gasps and immediately drops, he draws arms and pulls the trigger, she stands still for a bit and falls against the snow. saint rolls over in obvious pain, clenching his side and keep his weapon focused on her, in shock and not knowing if shes dead or not. she lets out a last breath and the tears roll on saint. he sits there completely stunned, then checks her coat only to find a paper out to him explaining that he was her target, "nothing personal" he picks her hand up, looks around and wipes his eyes, then limps off into the distance with tears.
caught me pretty good at work so i tried to do the best i could with this picture, i was going to originally add saint into this picture but with how things were today i eventually got frustrated and just kept her by herself.